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... ngjia Mountain.
He was crushed, yes. Routed, scattered, humiliated.
But not dead.
His Old Eighth Squad still had a little over a hundred men left. A pitiful number compared to the armies he once commanded, but enough to keep a banner breathing.
Going back to Sichuan was suicide. A force that small would not survive a single charge from the pole soldiers.
Entering Shaanxi was even worse. Wang Er had secured the region, and that strange firearms unit of his ...
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